THE WORLD AS AN OCEAN

 If you see but the beauty

In a blossoming flower

What would you see when it withered?

What would you feel when you crushed it

In your arms?

What would you see when it died?

The black you gave and red that remained

Or the blood and the hate?

Pain

Or regret?

Would you remember what it was?

Would you remember what it could have been

Before you left it to burn

Under the wretched sun?

If the world was an ocean

Life was a beach

Would you sit yonder

Holding the sand

Crying as it fell from your hands

Only to be washed away 

Before dawn

When she had been shells

You fed her no song to echo

But the sound of the waves that killed her

As they broke her little by little

The sky above this ocean

Is one where day and night 

Resides side by side

When day falls the stars hide under the ocean

As ripples and specks of light

They forget that this sky

Is god's own heaven

When night falls

Darkness swallows the light

The young will age one day

Becoming the weeds that shroud 

The well of wishes behind the manor house

Black spreads wildly in water when it sees

That there is no colour but he

When you wait longingly

For the sea

To leave you a treasure

Remember

She only returns what's ours

Not what's someone else's 

As you try to find the end of this world

Wonder

How many tears it took

To make an ocean.